Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1887-01-14


rNoy bad lrrc.h down the pleas
in pirrtv; never had first of De-
:rr afforded better spoils: ami they
! ing red lon~ at the sport. for
..a- was drawing on. Mr.. Dial
ne on. = IF Moat-Grance-
~ e c,-'.,ir Gr.,nrr enough.
... d., al. VITA the r,lnaii, Of ii moat
i. l"n- since flied aimed at
'.si i4c meant to hit that day,
~ i 1t. He handed his gun to
Be- nf"->"rl'rr.
~alil lo.'l again. Sir?"
49,. We have had enough for one
iiar'iy:and it j. getting late Come
-, Charles. Oscar. are you salts
Il" must he greedy if he is not"
IT. n the voice of Mr. Cleveland. a
l. or. who had joined their sport.
iii, cl!1l.t To leave some"
you'll come home and dine with
~. Cleveland. intrrposed Mr.. Dal-
rvlnNle. as they turned toward the
GRANGE.
w hat. in this trim? Mrs. Dalrv1n-
~ would say l made myself free and
tL~Y.
Nonsense. You know we don't
stand upon ceremony. James will give
!u.r boois Il brush. And. il YOU insist on
Lcng smart. ! will lend YOU coat"
A ,uI have. before now. Thank
YEA. T. don't care if do. Look
ON, Charles: out of the way" And.
,.- ..,.,tipI NJ ('l.y.1,pI G,.o,l h;
gu "a t.tc air.
~ lat i that for?" demanded Os-
e.: ,irtmplc. q relative of the family,
80" N;s~ ' ..,n:- at the Grange. You
b.. wa~tr,. b. charge"
Il !. yer c..it nome apiece loaded"
~ TIE ;,I>w,r. Il have too many
,cGH~ ones to risk it; they are in all
i,,u.- q. the house at once, and putting
iAcir hands to every thing. Neither do
;.iii.h ii fair to carry it into the house
q It i'll nd.
- r Dalrymple drew down the cor
'.,, ii his mouth, rendering his cold.
apri"a>ing face more unpleasing. AT
that moment bird rose within range.
Oscar raised his gun, fired and
brought it down. This is how | like
to waste good shot and POWDER" said
lie.
"All right, Mr.. Oscar" merrily an
swered Mr.. Cleveland. ITO use it is
better than to waste it. but to waste it
j. better than to run risks. All the ac-
cidents that happen with guns happen
from want of precaution."
''Shall I draw your charge, Mr..
Charles?" asked Hardy, who had a rev.
crence for Mr.. Cleveland and all he
said, having once served his father.
Draw the charge from my gun?"
returned Charles Dalrymple. mo. l
can take care of my playthings if others
can't" he added, in a lower tone to
Hardy, with all the self-surety of a
young and vain man.
Presently Farmer Lee came up, wind
ing across the stubble toward his home.
They were on the farmers grounds
then, who rented under Mr. Dalrym-
pie.
Famous good sport to-day, hasn't it
been. squire?' cried he, touching his
hat to his landlord.
Famous. Never better. Will you
accept a pair, Lee?" continued Mr..
Dalrymple. 1--WE have bagged plenty. ="
The farmer gladly took the pheasants.
He had no time to 60 shooting, him
self, or did not choose to makeit; work,
with Farmer Lee, was all in all. Il
shall tell my daughters you shot them
on purpose, SQUIRE" said he, jestingly.
'Do," laughed Charles Dalrymplc
"rell Miss Judith shot them for her;
in return for her sewing up that rent
in my coat, the other day, and making
me decent to 60 home. Is the fence,
where l fell, mended yet, farmer?"
"Mended yetr' echoed Mr.. Lee. at
was up again in an hour otter you left,
Mr.. Charles"
"Ah! know you are the essence of
order and punctuality," returned
Charles. "You must let me have the
cost"
thine enough for that" said the
farmer. "'Twasn't much. Good-after-
noon, gentlemen; your servant, squire. !"
"O-I say-Lee!'' called out Charles,
as the farmer was turning hOmeward,
whilst the rest of the party pursued
their way, "about the mud in that
wcirp Hardy says it will hurt the fish
to do it now.''
That's just what 1 told you. Mr..
Charles
"Well, them. But I'll come
down tomorrow and talk it over with
you; can't stop now"
LAS you please, sir; shall be some
where about"
Charles Dalrymple turned too hasti-
ly. His foot caught against something
rising from the stubble, and, in saving
himself, he nearly dropped his gun.
He recovered the gun with a jerk, but
the trigger was touched, he never knew
how or with what, and the piece went
off. A cry in front, confusion, one
down and the others gathered round
him, was all that Charles Dalrymple
saw rs through Il mist. He dropped
to gun, started forward, and gave
We. - a cry OF anguish. For it was
IL father who had fallen.
The most collected was Oscar Dali
rymple. He always was collected; his
nature was too cold ever to be put out
lie held up his relatives head and
shoulders, and strove to ascertain the
injury. Mr.. Dalrymple, though very
pale, had not tainted, and he opened
lis eyes.
20 fathcr" cried Charles, with a
vail of grief. as he threw himself beside
linn. 81 did not do it purposely-I
don't know how it happened"
'Purposcly! no boy, answered his
father, in a kind tone. "Cheer up. l
do not believe there's much harm DONE
Cleveland. think the damage is in my
left leg"
Mr.. Dalrymple was right. The
charge had entered the calf of the left
leg. Oscar cut the leg of the trousers
round at the knee with a pcn-knife, and
dw it off, and the boot The blood
Ms running freely. As matter of
'.urSc, not Il soul present knew what
oc"lt TO b. done, whether any thing
I H"tili;.g, ali being profoundly i@no-
rat oi the simrlc principles of surgery.
til. they stumbled to the conclusion
Bat 'ying it W might stop the blood.
"Not that handkerchief. interrupted
Mr.. Cleveland, as Oscar introduced /:
silk one for the purpose, ''take mine; il
is white and linen. The first thing viii
be to get him home"
1.-The first thing must be to get doc.
tor" said Oscar.